Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast-Chapter 1858 - 688: True. Star Level Giant Beast, Primordial Monarch

Chapter 1858: Chapter 688: True. Star Level Giant Beast, Primordial Monarch

In the now-empty White Rules World Tree, Jack Clark sits cross-legged in Void, adorned in a Dark Dragon-Emperor Robe and crowned with twenty-four Black All-Heaven Emperor Crowns.

At this moment, Jack Clark’s True Body stands at 300,000 kilometers tall, akin to a colossal planetary celestial body, exuding an overwhelming sense of mass and oppression.

As Jack Clark opens his eyes, the entire Void trembles with a boom, as if a peerless deity has awakened, with the World Rules responding like a tidal wave.

Simultaneously, soft light waves of gold, white, and purple radiate from Jack Clark as the center, enveloping a hundred billion kilometers in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Jack Clark’s figure becomes blurred, as if sinking into a deeper world, yet emanating an impression of sublime grandeur, supremacy, akin to the highest sovereign of the Heavenly Dao.

This ’light’ represents the heavenly brilliance Jack Clark has condensed, with the three layers symbolizing the Monarch Realm of the Primordial Third Heavenly Boundary.

These are the rewards of Jack Clark’s ’century’ of cultivation.

The reason it took a century is because the difficulty in progressing after reaching Primordial is even more exaggerated than Jack Clark had imagined, with normal conditions requiring ten years to barely make any progress.

In the Primordial Realm, even those with exceptional talent among the Human Race would take hundreds or thousands of years to advance a single step.

For instance, the six Civilizational Emperors of ancient times, each a monstrous talent that dominated an era, took over thirty thousand years in the mythical world, with an indeterminable number of real-time years, to only breakthrough the Fourth and Fifth Heavenly Realms.

Therefore, even Jack Clark, who could transform World Origin into any form of strength, still spent thirty years and more than sixty years to condense the latter two layers of Heavenly Realm.

That’s because the Heavenly Realm condensation is only one of the signs of the Primordial Realm; Jack Clark’s Primordial Demon God True Body and Divine Soul Intent also needed to undergo a transformation to keep up with the realm.

At this moment, Jack Clark feels immensely powerful, his will ruling supreme above the Heavenly Dao, and reaches out with a slight grab forward.

Boom! The remarkably solid space shatters, forming a black hole with a diameter of ten million kilometers.

And this black hole, unlike the past where space shatters into wild Space Turbulence, under the cover of the three-layered Heavenly Realm power, manifests in a multi-layered fashion.

In total, three layers, each separated by a dimensional boundary.

And when a Primordial Powerhouse stands across these dimensional boundaries, their strength is magnified tenfold in reverse from the material Chaos Sea, layered on top of one another.

This magnification is in terms of range, but the extension of range also contributes to the increase of strength.

Because a greater range is being controlled.

This is also the reason why during the Purple Glow Divine Dragon and Nightmare Fiend Beast’s ferocious battle, they entered another ’world,’ where they could unleash their peak powers in the depths of dimensional boundaries.

At this moment, blood-red, silver-white, and black-gold tri-layer vertical pupils emerge in Jack Clark’s pitch-black eyes.

In the hundred years of breaking through Primordial, Jack Clark has not only advanced to the Third Heavenly Realm but also evolved all his strengths and paths to become even more formidable.

For example, the once three-faced ten-armed True Demon God Body has evolved into a sixteen-armed figure, increasing the number of arms, but the formerly intangible demonic and divine faces have now merged into one.

From afar, it appears as a seated multi-armed Demon God, with arms united in front at the abdomen, one hand lifting the heavens and the other forming a seal, with fourteen arms spread out in the back.

And as Jack Clark’s three faces merged, the three pairs of eyes that contained divine powers and Deification Talent were also united into one, their combined might formidable.

The instant the quadruple pupils appear in Jack Clark’s eyes, a terrifying gaze bursts forth, piercing through nothingness and reality, traversing the dimensional boundaries of the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Heavenly Realms.

Starting from the Fourth Heavenly Realm, the dimensional boundaries are no longer filled with invisible tearing forces of the Void but also grey energies that make even Jack Clark’s scalp tingle with alarm.

These grey energies, akin to Chaos Energy streams in the Chaos Sea, emanate terrifying connotations of contamination, warping, madness, and absurdity.

The Void!

Below the third dimension lies the Void.

Yet the Void Energy contained within deeper dimensional boundaries is exponentially more dangerous than the simple rending of space that reveals the Dark Void.

"Unexpectedly, the deep dimensions within the Primordial, which can be entered at will, are related to the Void," Jack Clark murmurs to himself, looking at the hazy images in the deeper dimensions, his eyes slowly retracting their triple pupils, reflecting contemplation.

The two Eternal Behemoths battled, rupturing the Chaos Sea and connecting to the supreme Chaos, whereas the path of cultivation for Primordial beings involves continuously unlocking Heavenly Realms and delving into the depths of multi-layered dimensions.

As their power expands, utilizing the forces of dimensions and boundaries, the existences of the Eighth and Ninth Primordial Realms can reflect the heavens and project upon the Endless World.

After feeling his newly acquired immense strength, Jack Clark prepares to summon the attribute page to assess the detailed changes post-breakthrough.

But immediately, his gaze shifts subtly, as another ’vision’ appears in his eyes.

The Terminal Emperor Dragon has awakened.

As a ’human,’ Jack Clark spent a lengthy period breaking through the Second and Third Primordial Heavens, and naturally, the hibernation of the colossal Terminal Emperor Dragon is also exceedingly prolonged.

After a century-long hibernation and ingesting a massive amount of Chaos Energy, the Terminal Emperor Dragon finally completes the evolution of a Monarch-level Giant Beast Body.

In the roaring chaos of murky air currents, the colossal Black-red Colossal Beast slowly opened its eyes.

Around those planet-sized golden vertical pupils, four rings of mysterious rune sequence chains in black, red, gold, and purple, slowly rotated, invisibly emanating a terrifying oppressive force.

Each of these rune sequence chains represented the Lifeline Talent projections of the Terminal Emperor Dragon.

Roar!

The evolved Black-red Colossal Beast couldn’t help but lift its head and bellow, its roar infused with terror and pressure, shaking the endless space-time, and the sound waves triggering explosions in the chaotic air currents for billions of kilometers.

The roar even penetrated the world’s crystal barrier, reverberating throughout the entire Black World.

Beneath that terrible ferocious and majestic roar, everyone shivered, their faces pale, an indescribable fear arising from deep within their souls.

Including the two Evil Gods who had been ’suppressed’ under the Earth for a hundred years, who couldn’t help but turn pale.

Inside the towering palace, Boroedo looked up at the ’Firmament’ above his head with some solemnity: "Mpolak, Mpolak, did you hear that roar just now?"

"Stop shouting, I heard it. I’m not that weak yet."

Speaking, a figure clad in black armor, over two hundred meters tall, slowly walked out of the darkness.

Only now, this Hell Messenger appeared extremely gaunt, akin to a famine-stricken refugee who hadn’t eaten for several years, reduced to skin and bones.

Moving, his skeletal frame collided with his armor, producing a hollow clicking sound.

Even Boroedo, originally a towering figure as if carved from rock, because of the ’material’ he was made of, was not as thin as a dried corpse; however, his rocky body had turned ashen-white, riddled with cracks and tiny holes.

Like a rock weathered for eons, giving off the fragile sense that it might crumble at a touch.

What’s more, the two Evil Gods emitted an extremely weak aura, so weak that their realms had already fallen from the True Spirit Level to the ancient times.

And the ancient oppressive force emanating from their withered True Bodies was so feeble, they seemed as if they could expire at any moment. freёnovelkiss.com

A hundred years had passed, and the two Evil Gods, suppressed by the World Rules and continuously drained of energy every moment, had reached a state of utter exhaustion.

And the long-awaited rescue had yet to arrive.

At this thought, Boroedo’s face showed a glimmer of hope: "Mpolak, do you think this Primordial Beast will enter our world?"

Mpolak shook his head slowly, weakly saying, "It depends on what kind of Primordial Beast this wanderer of the chaos is."

"If it belongs to the devouring type, when it invades the world, we might still have hope to escape by unleashing our last bit of strength."

"If it’s just passing by, then we should prepare our last words."

With these words, the faces of the two Evil Gods showed bitterness and unwillingness.

As overlords who once dominated a world, as Hell Messengers who brought catastrophe and destruction to other worlds, their original path should have been triumphant and disdainful of all life.

Yet, who would have thought that one day they would silently fall in a seemingly ordinary, yet terrifying world.

As for Darren Callum, there was no hope of counting on him any longer.

A hundred years ago, he suddenly erupted with strength, and then his presence disappeared; he must have been suppressed by this world too, possibly as feeble and powerless as they were now.

Regarding the possibility of Darren Callum having fled, the two Evil Gods felt little hope.

Because if that ’brother’ had escaped, he would have already led the Lord of Hell to descend and tear apart this world, rich with the voluminous World Origin.

Meanwhile, in the depths of this world, the will of the Abyss Lord sealed for hundreds of thousands of years was also disturbed.

Yet sensing the ’World Rules’ that had loosened for a hundred years but were still strong and intact, this Abyss Lord’s will could not help but let out an angry roar.

"Henry, I will definitely kill you, wipe out every single one of the Human Race."

"Wipe out all humans."

Hearing these words, Jack Clark sitting inside the World Tree and sensing the transformation of the Emperor Dragon, stirred slightly, withdrawing part of his consciousness, his gaze piercing through the Void.

In the eyes of Jack Clark, who had seized the authority of the Heavenly Dao of this world, between two vast and unending structures like galaxies of indestructible ’corpses,’ a series of white roots intertwined to form a giant cage.

Enclosed within the cage was a colossal black shadow.

Only this Abyss Lord, who had once nearly made a breakthrough to the Seventh Heavenly Realm, now had a will so utterly weak and transparent that only a few ’lines’ constituted its figure.

"Next, it’s time to deal with this fellow."